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Don't Google Me
04:57
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Don’t Google Me
Don’t google me
Cuz what they say
Just doesn’t match
The me today
A changed young man
At least I hope
A strange suntan
You periscope
I rolled off assembly lines
Reduced replaced old power lines
I can be modified
By strange events and hazel eyes
Don’t call my ex
Or take a poll
Of other flames
And shoulders cold
Or if you do
Give me a change
To share my side
And change my stance
I rattle off a thought or two
But in my eyes you see its true
I can be a nice surprise
A present tense, a knot untied
I google you
I want to know
The history
Of what’s in tow
But since I ask
Don’t rush to judge
I will do not bear
Your past a grudge
I ride off away with you
As you become somewhat renewed
As I in turn was modified
By strange events and hazel eyes
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2. |
Fantasies
05:29
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Fantasies
Fantasies are easy
Almost like a womb
When people make you queasy
And storm out of the room
On screens and off the pages
Memories and smiles
They come to tide you over
And please you for awhile
I dream of you
After we’re through
I think of her
The way we were
And what might be
With those I see
And want to know
But don’t say so
Fantasies are easy
Even as I drive
When I think about you
I’m glad that I’m alive
I think perhaps you often
Dream all day of me
But you keep me a secret
As I act blind but see (casually?)
Rpt ch, then 2nd ch:
I dreamed of you
You never knew
I thought of her
All wrapped in fur
And what could be
With those I see
And look in the eye
As I pass them by (Another passerby)
Rpt first v, end
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3. |
Here In a Darkroom
05:01
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Here in a darkroom
The shutter and the click
Came on (really) quick
(I loved you at first sight
No one put up a fight)
The negative exposed
A wolf inside sheep’s clothes
Developed over time
Hung out to dry on the line
Here in a darkroom
Up the pulses go
(Because) The lens went zoom
So now the closeup shows
It can be a real surprise
As shapes emerge to eyes
The smell gets on our hands
We start to understand
Who am I what do you
Bring from all that you’ve been through
(If the picture finds a frame
Would the problems then be tamed?)
Rpt 1st ch then
Here in a darkroom
Red the safelight glows
As the lens goes zoom
An emperor disrobes (up the pulses go) (two emperors disrobe)
Don’t cry if the print takes a wrong turn
It can be fixed if we dodge and burn / We can fix it, cuz we can dodge and burn
(Here in a darkroom
We are both exposed
True love will not care who
May blush at what it shows)
(Here in a darkroom
As every shutter knows
The lens will not care whom
May blush as our love grows)
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4. |
Kick Drum
04:33
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To be used as
To be used for
That's why I knock
Upon your door
For love or wealth
Or martyrdom
In your trap kit
I'm the kick drum
Your foot swings
I make a sound
I'm nice and big
Empty and round
Your foot swings
In perfect time
A backbeat rings
Inside my mind
Deep down where
My true heart hid
I bang on pots and pans
But you keep on the lid
It's always about me
But not what I want
A trap set by your snare
A hi-hat you flaunt
Your foot swings
I make a sound
I'm nice and big
To have around
Your foot swings
In perfect time
A backbeat rings
Stuck in my mind
Go get yourself
An 808
Or sample an
Old jazz drum break
It's not that I
Don't like to play
But just not in
A programmed way
Like a picture in a locket
A high chair for a kid
A picture in a frame
A pot beneath a lid
You hold the drum key
And tune me to a note
I match up with a bass
Just to float your boat
I was used as
And often for
When once I knocked
On the wrong door
Do you want my love
Or just my martyrdom?
Go get your trap kit
A brand new kick drum
alternate lines:
I don't know where my true heart hid I don't know what you think it did
I don't know where
My true heart hid
When you are there
You keep on the lid
Leads me to knock
On your front door
That's why I knock
Upon your door
Here comes a knock
Upon your door
But just not in a metronomic way
A 4/4 way
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5. |
Let's Make a Memory
03:28
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Let’s make a memory
All the plants in your window
The quilt across your bed
All the rings on your fingers
The thoughts inside your head
All the shirts in your closet
And glasses for your wine
All your friends and your family
Don’t tell me you’re mine
I don’t own you
I don’t want to
But I know you
And I want to
Share some hours
And waste your time
Let’s make a memory
That’s yours and mine
I don’t bring flowers
I don’t cast spells
A balloon ride
Would make me unwell
Boxes of chocolates
Are so passÈ
I don’t need a nose ring
To make you stay
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6. |
Mannequin
03:28
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Mannequin
You look like my ex
Look out you could be next
Cuz I want what’s in store
To be like what came before
Have you seen Vertigo?
You know how that one goes
I like your clothes and style of hair
I’ve got a rear view mirror stare
From my head and onto you
A mannequin I try to use
Some difference helps me move on
But not too much, then I’d be gone
So who do I seem like to you?
Was there a guy back in high school
Who did you wrong, you wanted right
I can’t be me, try if I might
From in your head out onto me
A mannequin dressed up to be
Somehow the same, and yet not quite
So who am I to you tonight?
A dress a shirt a yellow tie
A bracelet that can make me cry
We know the tools, we know the trade
We know ourselves and why we stayed
But we don’t really know each other
At least not at this stage / We don’t want to turn the page (cuz_
From in our heads out to be seen
Two mannequins two waking dreams
Two parlor games at the same time
You play your role and I’ll play mine
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7. |
Metro
04:53
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Metro
I seem to think that I recall
From Reamur Sebastopol
We sped away to Odeon
Where it seems I led you on
You buried me with sweet malaise
Inside the gates of Pere Lachaise
But as we came to Les Halles
The sign foretold, we missed the call
It said that (told us) we should stop
That we should descend
And change lines at this stop
Or waste more time again
Yes we missed our stop
Forgot to descend
The turnstiles that we hopped
Shake their heads again
(We said that we would stop
That our love would end
But the turnstile cops
Missed us once again)
Yes I detetcted you were bored
One day outside the Gare du Nord
But still we went down to the quay
And then the train took us away
We pop out right on at the Louvre
The pyramid permits my move
I hold you and say what I want
A picnic up at Buttes Chamont
Ch
I pause to think as I recall
REaumur Sebastopol
We sped away to Odeon
Our love became a cover song
A shadow we caught like a thief
As we passed Botazris (as we looked back at botzaris)
But now I’ll step off at Les Halles
With someone new and miss your call
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8. |
The Bottom Line
04:57
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The Bottom Line
Invest in me, I will return
Don’t overdraft, you might get burned
The more we save and squirrel away
No bear can wreck what our bull made
The market flows up and down
But over time more smiles than frowns
You love me so some hate is fine
You know I really love you
That’s the bottom line
It’s not a shell game, the books aren’t fixed
Numbers in columns I did not twist
The income is real, the cash is on hand
With gold to back it up, I supply your demands
Ch
Br....
Exercise stock options check out interest rates
I know that you’ll come back to me like a rebate
I am solid like a US government bond
Maybe today you left but you’re not really gone
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9. |
You Give Me Things
04:16
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You give me things
You’re such a shady hedge fund
Use any means beneath the sun
You’re like a credit default swap
That the feds refuse to stop
You raise my GDP
To what end I cannot see
I’m richer now for sure
But such wealth makes me feel poor
You give me things
But not much love
No you were not
What I dreamed of
You give me things
I don’t want to have
I would not say
You’re my better half
Once a new law
Led us to merge
But then our stock
Became a dirge
An S&L bailout, a peso rescue
Would not change my mind
You know that we’re through
You gave me things
But not much love
No you were not
What I dreamed of
You gave me things
I did not want to have
No I would not say
You were my better half
An abundance of waste
Leaves a bitter aftertaste
I’ll reach for the mouthwash
And think of the time I lost
I’ll be richer in the end
To lose a costly kind of friend
Now I am my own reward
The chairman of my reserved board
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John Davis & The Cicadas Durham, North Carolina
John Davis is a musician who works solo, with Folk Implosion, with a backing band called the Cicadas, and with Dennis Callaci. He also works on defending and transforming public education as a teacher - organizer with the Durham Association of Educators. ... more
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